scripted, forever scripted, what if my life, what if your life, has been completely scripted, and is run perfectly from begining to end, and the rest of us take a bow after you've gone, and too bad you're dead, 'cause you just received a standing ovation, everything you know and believe in is a lie, or at least, it's all been made up, everything you touch is a prop, everything, you'd never know, if noone fucks up, if noone makes a mistake, what if it's all computer imagery, like the matrix, which comes out to homes everywhere on tuesday, what if it's all inside my head, what if the flip running to class in the morning in sixth grade was the start of it all, and i've been in a coma ever since, and my subconscious has created everything, all of this, everything, weird how my own id would do stuff like that to me, put me through stuff, but then again, maybe it's what i want out of life, and i'll just keep rehashing it until they find out how to get me out of the coma, but then again, maybe this is all real, you and me, and i'm just typing away on my couch at home when i should be going to bed.